In This World

°Not your average school day°

The hallways of the highschool seem stretch on; much like those of a prison. "Good Morning, Katherine!" Mrs. Clark, the counselor waves. The short, squat woman's smile fades into a frown as I pass her without greeting back.

Junior year is already off to a great start. I left home this morning without saying goodbye, I told my boyfriend that I no longer love him, and I'm on my FUCKING period. This day couldn't be any worse.

My purple backpack digs into my shoulders, making me hunch over slightly. It is filled with sketchbooks, journals, algebra, anatomy, and history books, pulling on my body as if it is trying to drag me down into hell. Well, too late, backpack; I'm already here.

The siron screeches throughout the cafeteria and corridors, signaling for all of the prisoners to proceed to their cells- yes, cells, because this school is a prison. My particular cell is the Algebra lab, the most brutal and gruesome place in the school; taught by the most boring Professor I've ever met. Professor Ansley. I turn down the hall, ceilings descending and walls growing closer as I reach the room. I sigh quietly and pray that my sanity remains in tact. Walking into the room, I notice that almost nobody has arrived.

Monroe, a senior, tosses his things into the desk beside mine. Everyone knows him. The tall, buff Quarterback on the varsity Football team. The only reason we are going to make it to playoffs this year. President of the student council. The guy every girl wants to take home to her mother. The guy that is most likely going to be Prom King this year.

He glances at me, and with a quick wink, sits in the blue, ordinary chair. Keep in mind that this 18 year old man-child ALSO currently has two girlfriends, some girl from another school, and a friend with benefits. I roll my brown eyes and give him an obvious 'I hate you even though you're obviously good at everything' glare. He doesn't seem to catch on, so I simply turn away.

"Hey, doll. What's with the dress?" He smirks, resting his head in his hand, examining the entirety of my body, then back up to my eyes. "To make dumbasses like you ask questions." I grumble, trying not to look at him. "Ohhh she's a feisty one. I gotta say, I like that in a girl." He leans back, balancing his chair on two legs. "You like anything in a girl as long as she swoons over you." I retort.

The tardy bell rings as the last few students rush through the door. People stand in small groups, mingling with one another and swapping schedules. "Please be seated, class." The Professor announces from his desk at the back of the lab. The students occupy a few seats before Professor Ansley clears his throat, walking to the front of the room and tapping on his unstable poteum. I quickly glance around, counting the other students and debating on whether or not to change my schedule. Twelve students, all seniors except for me. 'Wonderful. I'm the youngest person in this room.'

I roll my eyes, halfway listening to Ansley go on about the same paperwork we are forced to do every year. "Psst..." Monroe whispers, trying to get my attention. I look at him unwillingly as he tosses a folded piece of paper onto my desk. I focus my eyes on the paper, grimacing at what the contents could be. I regrettably unfold it and read:

Hey babe. I'm Monroe. Everyone knows that. I haven't seen you around before. I think I would've known if I have. Maybe we should get to know each other... If you know what I mean.

'Are you serious? This fuck-nugget thinks he can pull this on me? Ha no.' Writing a rather large no in red pen, I mentally smirk and crumple the piece of paper, tossing it back on his desk. He smiles, thinking it will be a yes, just like all the other girls have said. Although, I must admit, he's very attractive. With those green eyes and dark hair... And his perfect biseps. Oh and did I mention his lips? 'Ahh shut up!' His smile quickly turns to a frown as he reads the note. He scribbles something and tosses it back.

Why not? Are you scared you'll fall in love?

'NO.' I scribble a "fuck you" With a smiley face and throw it at his head. "Ms. Lanston. May I please see that note? I would like to present it to the class." The Professor speaks. A flash of fear rushes through Monroe's eyes. "Yes sir." I pick up the note and walk up to the poteum with it. He proceeds to read it out loud and I listen to the class giggle and mock him. "Are you afraid you'll fall in love?" One guy winks to his friend. I laugh internally and glance at them.

"Bitch...." Monroe grumbles as I sit in my desk. "Finally, you understand that not everyone wants you." I smile. "Now stop trying." I nod.

"I am going to need you two to see me after class." The professor requests, looking over the rims of his glasses at us. "But I didn't do anything wrong, sir-" I am cut off by a blood-curteling scream coming from the hallway. My eyes widen and I look at the classroom door. Monroe stands up, as if protecting the class. "W-what was that?" I question, cautiously walking down the line of desks and toward the door. "Katherine... Be careful..." Professor cautions me. Monroe is directly behind me, holding a pair of scissors up for defense.

I look through the rectangular window and catch a glimpse of a terrified student running away from something.... Something half eaten and yet still walking. Something growling and snarling and dripping blood. I gag and back away from the door, straight into Monroe. "What is it?" He asks, looking out into the Hall. "Oh my god. He's eating her!" He exclaims.

Professor Ansley gasps and hurries toward the door, opening it. "Don't!" I try to tell him. Before I can finish my sentence, another one of those things is on top of him, biting into the soft flesh of his neck. Terrified screams fill the room as everyone else runs toward the door, trying to escape. "Stop! Don't go out the-" Monroe yells, cut off by one of the monsters crawling into the room with us. It attempts to grab at the hem of my dress, snarling at me with blood stained teeth. "Shit! Katherine come on!" He grabs my hand, pulling me to the window. My dress rips away from the beast and I exhale thankfully.

"What the hell are we gonna do, jump?" I ask, already knowing the answer. Granted, we are on the ground floor. "Uh duh!" He grabs a book and hurls it through the window, looking out at the four foot drop. "You could have just opened it." I inform him. "W ell I didn't have time to think about that." He decides to jump, picking me up and backing up slightly. "Oh god. No! Don't yo-" I suddenly scream as he runs toward the large window, jumping out. We land on the ground with a thud.

"We need to go now!" He says, pulling me up, much like he is handling a ragdoll. Pulling a lanyard from his pocket, he seems more at ease. "I have the keys to my truck." I nod, running to keep up with him as we round the building. He stops suddenly, gasping as he looks at the parking lot. The monsters that we previously encountered were very few compared to what we are seeing now. People that were once dead, hobble to their feet as if nothing happened. Some, sniffing the air for a new source of food. "Holy....." I start. Monroe looks down at me. My height of 5'9 is nothing compared to this 6'4 guy, protecting me from danger. "Shit. I know." He finishes.

"Where's your truck?" I ask. He points toward the area where only a few of the dead stagger. "....Can we make it?" He asks, looking behind us in case of danger. "We can, just don't let them near you." I nod. "Are the doors unlocked?" Monroe clicks the button to unlock the doors. Lights flicker, attracting two more of the monsters. I look at him with a 'you are the stupidest person' expression. He shrugs an apology and puts his keys in his pocket. "On three?" I question. "On three."

"One." A single corpse staggers away from the truck. A half smile spreads across my face.

"Two." Professor Ansley falls from the window behind us, growling as he attempts to lift himself off the ground.

"Three!" Monroe and I sprint toward the truck, attracting unwanted attention from the rest of the horde.

I dodge a few as I make my way to the truck, glancing at him occasionally. He twists around one and trips another.  I attempt to dodge and oncoming woman, but she grabs my dress. The fabric rips and my thigh is left exposed. I jerk the remaints of my dress away from her hastilly.

Opening the door, I fling myself into the truck and slam it shut. Gasping for air, I look up meeting scared yet comforting green eyes that stare back at me. I quickly lock the door and lean back in the seat.

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From, me.